Lord Of Martial Arts

The two old blue-skinned men were interrogating Chaz.

"When I saw him, he was already dead," Chaz tried to explain.

"Humph, I haven't seen you for a few days. You tried to run away when you saw us just now. You must have a guilty conscience. Did you kill him?"

The two old men pretended to care about the Misty Emperor even though secretly, they didn't care whether he was alive or not.

However, they intended to kill Chaz. Since the Misty Emperor was dead, there was no need for his men to survive.

"I..." Chaz felt the tension in the air. It seemed there was nothing he could say to get him out of this situation.

"Kill him!" one of the old blue-skinned men shouted. He thrust his palm towards Chaz's forehead.

Frightened, Chaz attempted to block the blow. He became nervous. He was not strong enough to take on both men at once. They also knew how to suppress him. After all, they were the ones who resurrected him.

Whoosh!

A shadow appeared and the head of one of the men fell to the ground.

The other blue-skinned man stared in shock and began walking backwards.

The shadow struck again. This time, his hand grabbed the old man's throat. The shadow held him up by the neck.

"Who are you?" the old man sputtered.

"Hey. Darren!" Chaz called out with excitement.

Darren stood there, glowing with the formidable aura of a holy emperor.

"You... You are a half-step emperor at the top level?" The old man was terrified. He never thought that this human boy would have that kind of frightening strength.

"What do you want?"

"Cut the crap! Take us out of here or you will die!" Darren shouted coldly.

"You two?" The old blue-skinned man glanced at Chaz.

"Yes. I got rid of the Misty Emperor's control with Darren's help." Chaz laughed and punched the old man in the stomach.

The old man winced in pain and his vision swam. His anger began to build.

"I killed the Misty Emperor! If you had any brains at all, you would open the passage right now!" Chaz roared.

"Humph! You can kill me if you want, but you can't get out of here." The old blue-skinned man stuck out his chi

ndler suddenly stood up, giddy with excitement.

"Ahem." Darren coughed, a little embarrassed. "Not really. I managed to do it by some special means. But now, I almost have used up my chances to get that power."

"That's very impressive. You are truly the greatest!" Chandler said, grinning from ear to ear.

Darren smiled back. "By the way, where is Lord Donald? Where has he been?"

"Oh." Chandler scratched his head and said, "We were worried about you so we finally decided to summon the four greatest holy warriors to save you. Now, Lord Donald is using the lord token in the secret room. We should probably stop him."

The four greatest holy warriors were the greatest trump cards of the Sacred Palace. They were never to fight unless all other methods had been exhausted.

Darren learned this after listening to Chandler.

Darren was very moved when he learned that people of the Sacred Palace would use their trump cards to save him and his companions. Obviously, the people of the Sacred Palace valued them a lot.

Later, Chandler sent a message to Lord Donald, telling him that Darren had already come back. When Lord Donald heard the news, he stopped summoning the four greatest holy warriors.

"By the way, where are the others?" Chandler asked Darren.

Darren used his spiritual sense to open his Space Ring and suddenly, Scott and all the others fell to the ground as if they were dead.